"Whether he can see it or not, so what? Even if Prince An beats him up, he has to greet him with a smile. He has no one else to rely on except Prince An, who is his lifeline," Zhong Mingzheng said slowly, lowering his head to sip his tea. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and asked Ling Shian, "What is Duan Chenghong's official rank now?"
"In reply to Your Highness, Duan Chenghong is a sixth-rank editor from the Hanlin Academy." Ling Shian said.
"Since he wants to grab the life-saving straw of Prince An, then I will give him a chance," Zhong Mingzheng said calmly, "Let Chen Qingxuan from Ningguta take up a position in the Hanlin Academy."
"Yes, Duan Chenghong held on to Chen Qingxuan tightly, so he naturally captured Prince An," Ling Shian was stunned for a moment and then smiled and said, "Your Highness really has a good plan."
"What good plan do I have? I am just following my father's wishes. Doesn't my father want to keep Chen Qingxuan in the capital? I will naturally be of the same mind as my father," Zhong Mingzheng said slowly, taking a sip of tea while looking out at the gloomy night, and then said, "Is the Prince of Hui leaving the capital now?"
"Yes, the Prince of Hui will leave for his fiefdom tomorrow," Ling Shi'an said, and asked Zhong Mingzheng with a smile, "Why? Your Highness, do you want to send the Prince of Hui off?"
"Of course. Father values benevolence, righteousness, filial piety and brotherhood the most. As a prince, I must follow his example. Besides, Prince Hui and I have always been friendly and respectful to each other." Zhong Mingzheng raised his eyebrows, put down the teacup in his hand, stood up and walked towards the bedroom. "Shi'an, follow me out of the capital tomorrow and give Prince Hui a good send-off."
"Yes, I obey your command." Ling Shi'an bowed.
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That night.
Prince Hui's Mansion.
Bedroom.
After washing and changing his clothes, Zhong Ming'e lay on the bed in a daze until he heard familiar footsteps outside. He came to his senses, sat up and looked towards the door. Sure enough, after a while, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Liao Chongwu came in with a tray with a bowl of blood bird's nest stewed with honey on it.
"You're still the same as before. You go to bed without waiting for your hair to dry after washing it. You're obviously not in good health, but you still don't know how to take care of yourself." Liao Chongwu put the tray on the small table and handed the bowl of honey-stewed blood bird's nest to Zhong Minge. "Hurry up and drink it while it's hot."
"Aren't you taking care of me every day?" Zhong Minge scooped a spoonful of honey to stew the blood swallow and looked at Liao Chongwu with a smile, "Too much honey, it's too sweet."
"Then I'll put less next time?" Liao Chongwu said hurriedly. He never went into the kitchen before, and it was only when he returned to Beijing this time that a group of servants were released from Prince Hui's Mansion and the cook was too busy, so he began to learn how to cook. However, he did not spend time learning other things. He only followed the cook and the doctor to learn how to stew tonics and medicinal foods. Once he left Beijing and went to Yongzhou, his life would naturally not be comparable to that in the capital. He was worried that Zhong Minge's body could not bear it, so he began to learn how to nourish him.
"No need," Zhong Ming'e lowered his head and continued to eat the honey-stewed blood bird's nest spoon by spoon. After a long while, he whispered, "Anyway, as long as it's made by you, it's very sweet even without sugar or honey."
Liao Chongwu was startled, then he laughed: "Really?"
"Really? If you don't believe me, try it." As he spoke, Zhong Minge scooped a spoonful of honey-braised blood swallows and brought it to Liao Chongwu, looking at him eagerly with his bright eyes, "It's very sweet."
"I...taste here..." Liao Chongwu looked at the spoon in front of him, his eyes following the white porcelain spoon all the way up, sliding over Zhong Minge's fair and slender fingers, moon-white sleeves, and delicate white chin, and finally landing on Zhong Minge's overly rosy and shiny lips. He panted heavily, held Zhong Minge's cheek and kissed her...
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